Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.